Chapter 1237: Chapter 602: Science? Mysticism? (Part 2)

Norman Schwarzkopf glared at him, exhaling two breaths through his nose like an Australian buffalo, “Why haven’t you started negotiations with Mexico yet? How long are you going to wait?!”

Charles Grassley looked distressed, “We’ve already called the Minister of Foreign Affairs on the other side, Goebbels, but in his words, he has many demands.”

“What are they?”

“He demands the United States return New Mexico, acknowledge that the southern part of Arizona (south of the Sierra River) and portions of California belong to Mexico, demands $300 billion in compensation for the value of the land ceded in 1848 (based on current estimates) and direct war losses, demands a resolution from the United States Congress acknowledging the 1846 US-Mexico War as an act of aggression, and establishing a historical memorial in the ceded land…”

“Prohibit the US Navy from operating in the Gulf of California, and grant Mexico full control over its original territorial waters.”

…

Charles Grassley listed more than a dozen conditions in one breath.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Norman Schwarzkopf, his head aching, spoke, and the other party obediently closed his mouth.

“F***, did Victor come here to make a wish? Does he think I’m God?” The Defense Minister complained, expressing dissatisfaction, though there wasn’t much confidence in his words.

If you have the guts, keep fighting!

If you don’t, you’ll just have to grin and bear it.

The Truth is only within the range of the cannon.

“Schedule a date and negotiate with Mexico as soon as possible, I don’t want any more incidents, and stop aiding the Medellin Cartel, don’t let Mexico misunderstand.”

Charles Grassley knew this was a counterattack by the abbot against Medellin’s “betrayal.”

“I… I’ll do it as soon as I can.”

Norman Schwarzkopf looked at him, squinting, “By mid-August, I want results, or else you’re out.”

The face of the Senate Speaker across turned dark, pleading, “Sir, the Mexicans are asking too much.”

“It’s the United States on the line, not your own interests, why are you upset??”

Charles Grassley listened, feeling there was some sense to this, and sighed as he left the Defense Minister’s office, knowing his name was heading for the pillar of shame in the United States.

But what can you do when you’re outmatched?

And just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the door to the Defense Minister’s office open, shocking Charles Grassley, no way…

The Defense Minister wouldn’t chase after him to curse, would he?

He turned back and saw Norman Schwarzkopf rushing out with a panicked face, carrying an expression of amazement and fear, not even pausing to greet anyone as he ran downstairs.

“?? What’s going on?”

Charles Grassley’s expression shifted, he chased after, their commotion alerting a group of people, but everyone just stood by, curiously watching.

The Defense Minister ran down from the office building, sprinting all the way to the residential area at the back, covering a distance of nearly a thousand meters, without stopping.

Charles Grassley, following behind, was almost about to vomit.

Huh? Why return home?

Could something have happened at home?

He followed to see the Defense Minister’s wife holding a little girl in tears, the latter convulsing vigorously in her arms, surrounded by medical personnel.

“Eliza! Eliza!” Norman Schwarzkopf looked at his granddaughter’s condition, deeply pained, calling out desperately, but she didn’t respond at all, making him at a loss and hurriedly asking the doctor.

“Maybe it’s epilepsy…” the doctor began, suddenly pausing, “What is this?”

While speaking, he wiped at her forehead with his finger, a drop of crimson liquid appeared on his hand, but after wiping it off, blood was still flowing from the forehead.

“When did this bleeding start? Was it there just now?” the doctor urgently asked his colleague beside him.

“No, no!”

But Norman Schwarzkopf next to them widened his eyes, staring intently at this scene, suddenly recalling the threats he received online:

“Norman Schwarzkopf, f*** you! Your granddaughter will get sick and die to avenge those killed by drug traffickers.”

“Impossible!”

He stood up, losing composure, shouting loudly.

Everyone was dumbfounded by his reaction.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” his wife also anxiously looked at him.

Norman Schwarzkopf took a deep breath, lips trembling slightly, “Nothing, take her to the hospital first!”

Several doctors nodded rapidly, carrying the little girl hurriedly towards the hospital behind The Pentagon.

The Defense Minister stood last, his face dark, looking towards Charles Grassley standing at the door, suddenly asking, “Is there… a supernatural in this world?”

????

The question almost made the other laugh out loud.

Are you kidding!

Religion is for making money, not to be taken seriously… (American religion).

He wanted to laugh, but seeing his leader’s serious expression, his heart trembled, unsure of what the man meant, but he still truthfully said, “There’s no scientific backing for that.”

But clearly, this answer didn’t satisfy Norman Schwarzkopf, he mouthed the words, trying to speak quietly, “Can I trust you, buddy?”

Alright then…

Now calling him buddy, when in the office, he nearly received an earful.

“Of course!” Charles Grassley’s eyebrow twitched, but he still nodded vigorously.

“Help me find someone from the American Magic Association…”

“????????”

“????????”

Several crows seemed to fly over Charles Grassley’s head, leaving him confused, are you kidding? The American Magic Association?

It’s just a civilian organization, established during the famous Lem Witch Trials of the 17th century, still a ragtag group, just a bunch of people with no real standing!

Not believing in science but the occult?

You’re a graduate of West Point University for goodness’ sake.

Charles Grassley’s silence made Norman Schwarzkopf feel his face burning, he knew what he was doing yet, but that “strange” scene still shocked him, why was there bleeding from the forehead?

Why did chaos suddenly erupt in the US after he took office?

Why has the situation developed to this point today?

Apart from the occult, what else could make the US so embarrassed?

“Charles…” he whispered.

The Senate Speaker was startled, meeting his leader’s gaze, could only nod with a stiff upper lip.

“Don’t worry, help me with this, and I’ll have you serve as Deputy Defense Minister in The Pentagon, this is my promise to you, do it quickly!” Norman Schwarzkopf left this promise as he hurried off.

Kneading his temples, Charles Grassley felt somewhat distressed, how could such a situation arise?

Ring ring ring~

The phone vibrated in his pocket, Charles annoyedly picked it up, but upon seeing the caller ID, paused, eyes flickering, after about seven or eight rings, he still answered, “Good afternoon, Walker.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Charles.”

“May I help you with something?”

“The Defense Minister probably feels quite distressed seeing his granddaughter take ill suddenly, right?”

Charles Grassley’s eyes snapped open, his mind exploding, “Is this your doing?”

George Herbert Walker Bush on the other end chuckled, “Did he ask you to find a wizard?”

That sentence made the entire atmosphere chilling, like being watched.

“Rest assured, I’m not God, I just want to talk, how about coming over tonight?”

“Tonight…”

“When my father was around, didn’t he take care of you well, and more than once he told me, you’re a talent, also a Patriot for the United States, don’t you want to see the US continue on like this?”

“Come on then, at eight o’clock tonight, the usual place, I’ll be waiting for you.” Little Bush simply hung up the phone.

Charles Grassley sighed helplessly.

He understood what Little Bush meant…

The powers in America, aren’t something The Pentagon can handle alone.

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